Lyrics:
said I could sleep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now, now he's, he's
advice and go put it in your pocket
One two three 'bout to send it off like a rocket
And I heard that you miss me you're not being honest
Misfire got you
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
wrist
AP bust down (Bust down)
Yes, it costs to live like this
Gotta multiply my bitch
Add it up two times divided by six
Yeah, you said you love me but I
the paper, spend the paper, then I charge a super fee
Cuz in the shop or with the plug u know I'm copping 2 for 3 (I'm shopping)
She said we use to talk, I'm
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
SO CLOSE TO HEAVEN
Nine To Five I'm Workin' Every Day
The Hours Slowly Draggin' By
Think Of You Or I'd Be Losin' My Mind
Count Down The Minutes So
burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just
on me
Niggas be fake man they sweaty and phony
Go wash your ass man you smell like bologna
Do all this shit by myself, by my lonely
Not gonna lie
She was on her way home he was lying away,
Assistance from others had never led her astray,
She had a good day,
Was persuaded by summer air
the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah
Two
hitting licks on Pocket Rockets
I was skipping school
Gettin brain
I got knowledge
Told dem you aint bout this
You aint bout shit
Nigga We Gon
Drop Shit
We
I don't have no answers
So don't ask me no questions
Three felony charges
But I'm not a felon
There's right then wrong
You see life is a lesson
My
a dollar who tf is you
We aint struggling we ain't struggling we can't struggle no more
We on this rocket, taking off and we ain't selling no souls
We
Shoutout Seikatsu, Love Club, all of dem
Oooh Ooh
(Hook)
Astronaut status I flew to the moon
In my rocket they know I go zoom
Life is a test you get
Graveem1nd two corpses in the grave
Yeah
Yeah, I carry envy by my door
I don't wan' see you anymore
Like pop two times like you saw me go to war
Ay
I on my one's and two's
You sipping Jin or juice
If no be party don call my phone
DJ Magiic gimme something to do
Her boyfriend kan call my phone
n***a I see it
Pull off fast it's a hell cat demon
Drive by fast while n****s 2 feating
Hp tag that's Heron Preston swagg
Hp tag that's Heron Preston
afternoon
At the Melrose Avenue Cinema Two
Me and Bobby rode rockets into outer space
We drove Daytona and we won the race
We shot a lotta bull and some bad
you should ever want some problems with
I am that nigga you could probably make some profit with
Make you the one from the two
Diamonds piss, poppin
this my brudda dem
No peace no love bromance
Anuh jimmy newtron
When you see this rocket off
Celebrate with a stupid dance
Murda yuh whole family
War
boot could leave such a deep impression on the surface of the moon, then the thrust of the rocket when it was landing should have forced two big mounds
say Slaughta shady
Posed to be my A one, how the fuck you betray me
C two CEO, roc the nation no Jay-Z
Slaughta causing magic
With the rocket I'm tracy
Throw her that bag she count it up make sure it's accurate
You get money with your girl Now thats a happy Bitch
I let her slide by herself cause she
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